The Red Flame Legion did not encircle, but directly chose a direction to cut into.

The heavy knights at the front formed a phalanx of attackers, while the spearmen stretched out their spears from the rear, and in this way attacked the outermost fortifications. The elves, who were not good at building, naturally couldn't do any particularly strong defenses, and with the extreme disadvantage in numbers, the west side of Alwyn Town was soon lost.

Several streets were instantly filled with heavily armed Red Flame soldiers, who did not pursue impatiently, but maintained their formation, slowly advancing forward, completely sweeping and even destroying the buildings on both sides along the way.

The entire legion was like a steel beast with its jaws wide open, revealing countless sharp fangs, ready to devour and crush the town of Alwyn and Midi's army.

Soon, however, before you know it, there was a fog.

Silently, it rained.

The fog was white and so dense that you could only see twenty meters away. But the rain was black, so deep that it sucked away all the fire and the light.

The blood-red handsome banner inlaid with golden flames quickly disappeared.

The sound of uniform steps of steel boots on the ground gradually became disorganized.

The spear and the sword turned from steadfast to hesitant.

The noisy sound of instructions began to rise and fall.

On the rooftops, in the paths, beside the ruins, and in the windows of the old buildings, one longbow after another had been opened, one dagger after another had been drawn silently, and the eyes of the beasts that shimmered with ghostly light and the sharp edge of the whirling blade quenched with cold light slowly emerged from the dark alleys.

At the moment when the Red Flame Legion penetrated deep into the town of Elwin, in the white mist and black raindrops, the elves shuttled forward, and finally launched a fearless counterattack.

Dozens of different locations, at the same time, battles broke out.

The clatter of swords, the cry of bravery, the wail of pain, the calm command, the panicked shout, the hot wind of the magic explosion, the light of the arrow feathers through the mist, the fire of the muzzle of the gun...... Light and shadow, language and sound, a myriad of different things intertwined, staining the entire town of Alwyn with the color of gunsmoke.

In an instant, this place has become the most fierce battlefield of street fighting, every crossroads, every narrow pass, every commanding height, all have become the key points of desperate competition between the two sides.

The elves were sparsely numbered, and in the fog and black rain, the Red Flame Legion's communications and heralds were severely limited, and both sides had obvious weaknesses, so exchange became inevitable. For every elven warrior who fell, two, three, or even four Red Flame soldiers had to pay with their lives, a brutal and bloody battle that had no such art of war or legendary stroke of genius, but simply burned lives.

However, in such a brutal battlefield, there is still a force, like a sharp claw, tearing apart the enemy's camp and being unstoppable.

Nightblade Panther cavalry led by Midi.

"Follow behind my sword. As usual, Midi gave the simplest order, and then rushed to the front without hesitation.

The order had already been given, although Midi never forgot who he was as a commander and would always keep an eye on the battlefield. But at the same time, he will never forget his identity as a warrior.

In such a battlefield where the baht must be compared, Midi is an important combat force, so he must go to the forefront and exert his maximum strength.

Not only his own strength, but also the strength of those Nightblade Leopard Cavalry.

In street fighting, if there is still a formation of group advancement, it will become the most difficult bone to gnaw.

At this time, if a team can turn into a heavy sword and crush all the phalanxes, then the Red Flame Legion will be completely scattered and fall into this sea of fog and darkness.

Midi led three hundred nightblade leopard cavalry to constantly circulate and intersperse, just to make such a crazy chopping heavy sword.

In the hand of the black-haired boy, there is still the big sword that is full of human length, giving people a sense of intimidation full of oppressive power. In fact, there was no one who could stop Midi's blow as she charged. As usual, he was able to carve a path of blood wherever he went, and create the best chance for the Nightblade Panther Cavalry behind him to attack.

Around the corner, another mixed formation of heavy knights and roaming gunners crossed the corner. There was no hesitation in his eyes, and he had already charged forward the moment he saw his opponent, his eyes focused and calm.

The rain of bullets immediately poured in the face like an unavoidable splash, however, in the midst of such a dense attack, the bloodtooth leopard suddenly made a vertical leap, jumping into the air at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, and then the four claws appeared, and it was directly picked up on the wall, and then one turned around, flew from the wall, and flew over the heads of the heavy knights, and landed among the roaming gunners.

The erupting bullets and the noisy gunfire were instantly muted.

At this moment, the Nightblade Leopard Cavalry had followed, and countless whirling blades flew and shot over, weaving a wave of metal in the air, hitting the tower shield in waves, and together with the midi who rushed into the battle, oppressed and disintegrated the group of enemies.

In the midst of the violent sword light and erupting ghostly energy, this team finally collapsed, and the blood on the body of Midi who rushed into the battle was everywhere, and the whole person was dyed red.

Another small victory, the accumulation of countless small victories, will tip the scales of the battle and lead to the final victory. However, after Midi learned about the situation on the entire battlefield through magical communication, the results calculated were contrary to the victory in front of him.

Because while getting one victory, there are many defeats.

Maybe it's not a failure, exchanging one person for the lives of three or four people can already be regarded as a great success, but even if such a result is obtained, in the end, it will still be the elves' side that will collapse first.

Midi had only one man, and the Nightblade Leopard Cavalry was only three hundred, and in such a meat grinder-like battle, it could not play a role in turning the tide.

The icy winter wind blew through the mist and onto Midi's body, but it couldn't blow his otherwise flowing black hair. Because at this moment, the hair has been soaked with the blood of the enemy, and at this time, the sticky and cold mush are tangled, just like Midi's tangled mood at this time.

What to do? Midi asked herself in her mind.

If you are surrounded, even the interference of fog and black rain will not work.

The acceleration of the Nightblade Leopard Cavalry is already the limit, and if it goes faster, it will be this group of elite warriors who will lose their combat effectiveness first, not the enemy.

This is not a forest, Alice's magic power is not unlimited, in order to control the entire Elwyn Town, the girl has consumed a lot of magic power, and must leave some for the explosion. In the worst-case scenario, Midi hopes that Alice will at least be able to escape.

Ruling out one choice after another, in the end, Midi came to a conclusion.

If you want to make the enemy collapse before they collapse, you must kill the enemy's commander.

Perhaps under the interference, the command role has decreased a lot, but after all, it still has a certain effect, and the existence of the Red Fox General itself is the greatest psychological guarantee for the Red Flame Legion's operation.

That person had to be killed to turn the tide.

Potter Seth, known as General Red Fox, is a level 40 swordsman.

Midi is now level 28, and although his physical fitness is already equal to that of a level 35 ghost swordsman, how can that Red Fox General not have extraordinary physical fitness? Moreover, he is said to have a terrible long sword called "Shadow Blade" in his hand, and I don't know how many people have died under that sword.

Level 28 vs. level 40, even if you are a super-level transfer, even if you have the memory of twenty years of rebirth and the top-level experience of the second awakening, the odds of winning are still not great, and you may not even be half.

But since this is the best choice, then Midi will not hesitate.

Wasn't it just to defeat these enemies that I couldn't defeat when I was reborn?

"Alice, give me the position of General Red Fox, where is that handsome flag now?" Midi activated the pin embedded in the neckline and began to inquire using magical communication.

But this time, the Witch of the Mist on the other end did not answer.

"Alice?" Midi frowned, and a bad omen rose in her heart.

And the next moment, before he could ask more, the fog began to dissipate rapidly.

The black rain stopped as quickly as it had come, and even the black winter clouds that had drifted over the town gradually disappeared into the air, as if they had never existed.

The clouds opened, the sky appeared, and the sun finally shone on the ground again, bringing warmth and light.

However, Midi's heart was frozen by the bitter cold of midwinter, and it became extremely cold.

On the roof of a building about half a kilometer away from him, a white cat was running desperately, but in an instant, a long whip with a blade like a living snake swept through it.

The sharp blade cut through the white cat's fur and cut into the white cat's flesh, but it did not bring out any blood, on the contrary, a white mist flew up.

But even so, the white cat still suffered a heavy blow, rolled on the ground a few times, and couldn't even get up.

This white cat is the body of the Fog Devil's "Night Feast", one of the strongest summoned beasts of the Fog Witch.

On the opposite side of it, a woman with white hair and black armor was fiddling with the snake-bellied sword that swam like a whip in her hand.

At the same time, on the top of the tallest bell tower in Elwyn Town, a black cat was struck by a cross that emitted a faint light, and countless shadows flew up and down its body, like black blood. Under the impact of the strong force, it slammed into the wall and was completely cornered.

This black cat is the body of the Night Demon's "Cloak of Shadows".

Guarding in front of it was a woman with gray hair and black armor, whose long sword was emitting powerful magical fluctuations that even froze her soul.

The two summoned beasts were hit hard.

But their sensitive, irritable and beautiful master had no time to care for anything else at the moment.

Because at this moment, a thin and long sword has appeared from behind the Witch of the Mist, and the owner of the thin sword has short silver hair, and the thin figure is incredibly fast. In an instant, the sword had pierced through Alice's back, revealing through her chest, and the edge of the cold light pierced the heart of the Misty Witch with incomparable accuracy, bringing up a line of red and dazzling blood.

Blooming like a death rose.